The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-10-17

with black marks on them, not knowing
that Satan was playing for their bones at
the same time, and was sure to sweep al
the stakes Off on his SIDE of the table. The
last New York Legislature sanctioned the
mighty evil last spring by passing law
for its defense at the race tracks, and many
young men IN these cities lost all their
wages at Coney Island this summer, and
this fall are borrowing from the money
tills of their employers, or arranging 10y
means of false entry to adjust their de-
moralized finances. Every man who voted
for the Ives pool BILL has on his hands AID
forehead the blood of these souls
But in this connection some young con-
verts say to me: SIS it right to play cardss
Is there any harm in a game of whist or
euchre" Well, / know good men who play
whist, and euchre, and other styles of game
without any wagers. | had a friend who
played cards with his wife and children,
and then at the close said: "Come, now,
let us have prayers" | will not judge
other mems consciences, but tell you that
cards are in my mind so associated with the
temporal and eternal damnation of splendid
young men, that should
no sooner say to my family:
Come, let lis have game of cards."
than / would go into a menagerie and say
Come, let us have game of rattlesrakes,
or into a cemetery, and, sitting down by
marble slab, say to the gravediggers:
"Come, let us have game of skulls" Con-
scientious young ladies are silently saying
to me while / speak: "Do you think card
playing will do us any harmp Perhaps
not, but how will you feel if in the great
day of eternity, when we are asked to give
an account of our influence, some man will
say to you: 81 was introduced to games Of
chance in the year 1887, in Brooklyn, at
your house, and | went ON from that sport
to something more exciting, and went on
down until | lost my business, and lost my
morals and lost my soul, and these chains
that you 500 on my wrists and feet are the
chains of a gamester's doom, and am on
my way to the gamblers hell" Honey at
the start, eternal catastrophe at the last.
Stock gambling comes into the same cata-
logue. It must be very exhilarating to go
into Wall street, New York, or State street,
Boston, or Third street, Philadelphia, and
depositing a small sum of money, run the
risk of taking out fortune. Many men
are doing an honest and safe business in the
stock market, and you are an ignoramus if
you do not know that it is just as legitimate
to deal in stocks as to deal in coffee, or
sugar, or -four But nearly all the outsiders
who go there on little financial excursion
lose all The old spiders eat up the unsus-
pecting flies | had a friend who put his
hand on his hip pocket and said to me in
substance: 81 have there the value of a
hundred and fifty thousand dollars" His
home is to-day penniless. What was the
matter Wall street. OF the vast ma
iority who are victimized you hear
not one word. One great stock firm
goes down, and whole columns of news
papers discuss their fraud, or their dis
aster, and we are presented with their feat
ures and their biography. But where one
such famous firm sinks, five hundred UNI
known men sink with them. The great
Ill L..
are swallowed in the same engulfment.
Gambling is gambling, whether in stock
or breadstuffs, or dice or race track betting
Exhiaration at the start, sand a raving
brain, and shattered nervous system, and
a sacrificed property, and a destroyed soul
at the last. Young man, buy no lottery
tickets, purchase no prize packages, bet on
no base bali games or yacht racing, have no
faith in luck, answer no mysterious circu-
lars proposing great income for small in
vestment, shoe away the buzzards that
hover around our hotels trying to entrap
strangers. Go out and make an honest liv-
ing Have God on your side and be a can
didate for heaven. Remember all the
paths of sin are banked with
flowers at the start, and there are
plenty of helpful hands to fetch the gay
charger to your door and hold the stirrup
while you mount. But further on the horse
plunges to the bit in slough inextricable.
The best honey is not like that which Jona-
than took on the end of the rod and brought
to his lip, but that which God puts on the
banqueting table of Mercy, at which we are
all invited to sit. | was reading of boy
among the mountains of Switzerland as
cending a dangerous place with his father
and the guides. The boy stopped on the
edge of the cliff and said: There is a
flower | mean to get" Come away from
there,r said the father, you will fall off"
"No,n said he, II must get that beautiful
flower" and the guides rushed toward him
to pull him back, when they heard
him say, 81 almost have it," as he fell
two thousand feet. Birds of prey were
seen few days after circling
through the air and lowering gradually to
the place where the corpse lay Why seek
flowers off the edge Of precipice when you
may walk knee deep amid the full blooms
of the very Paradise of Godg When man
may sit at a kings banquet. why will he 60
down the steps and contend for the gristle
and bones of a hounds kennell 'Sweeter
than honey and the honeycomb," says
David. "is the truth of God" with honey
out of the rock would have satisfied thee"
says God to the recreant. Here is honey
gathered from the blossoms of trees of life,
and with rod made out of the wood of the
cross dip it up for all your souls.
The poet Hesiod tells of an ambrosia and
q nectar, the drinking OF winch would make
men live forever, and one sip of this honey
from the Eternal Rock will give you inn
mortal life with God Come off of the ma
larial levels of sinful life. Come and live
on the uplands of grace where the vine
yards sun themselves Oh taste and see
that the Lord is gracious. Be happy now
and happy forever. For those who take a
different course the honey will turn TO gall.
For many things ! have admired Percy
Shelley, the great English poet, but / de-
plore the fact that it was great sweetness
to him to dishonor God The poem Queen
Nab" has in it the maligning of the deity.
The infdel poet was impious enough to ask
for Rowland Hills Surrey Chapel that he
might denounce the Christian religion He
was in great glee against God and the truth.
But he visited Italy, and one day on the
Mediterranean with two friends in boat,
which was twenty-four feet long, he was
coming toward shore when an hours squall
struck the water. A gentleman standing on
shore through a glass saw many boats
tossed in this squall, but all outrode the
terror except one that in which Shelley, the
infidel poet, and his two friends were sail
ing, That never came ashore, but the bodies
of two of the occupants were washed upon
the beach, one OF them the poet. A funeral
pyre was built on the sea shore by some
classic friends, and the two bodies were
consumed. Poor Shelleyl He would have
no God while he lived, and he probably had
no God when he died. "The Lord knoweth
the way of the righteous, but the way of